Val's transport screamed into the atmosphere of Eiattu towards the palace where she was told Altair Din lived. More accurately, where he was king. The young man she had first met a short time ago on Eraidu had not given her a regal air at first; but his behavior was certainly that of a king. With the recent news about Tiamat's betrayal, Altair was the only leader she knew for sure she could trust. Darth Draugr was out there somewhere leading a fool's crusade. The Empress and the rest of the Council were missing in action, leaving Imperials like her to clean up their messes.
Well, no more. The Empire's survival was her only task of importance, and even without the Force she knew that Altair Din was one of the keys to its survival. If there was even anything left to save by the time she landed.
"Should I keep the ship warm, ma'm?" her chauffeur asked as she disembarked the ramp.
Val, not in the mood for stupid questions, shot the officer a scathing look. "No. I rather prefer it cold. This may be a long day."
She spun on the heel of her boot towards the entourage waiting for her on the other side of the landing pad. Were this an ordinary occasion, she might have worn a smile for the colleague and superior who — in their brief time together — had managed to win some small amount of respect from her. But time was of the essence, and neither of them had the luxury of standing upon ceremony.
"Hello again, sir," she said when she saw the man she had come to see. Whatever rush they were in to address the recent crisis, he was her superior and she would greet him as such, with a small bow and salute. "Thank you for seeing me again so quickly. Have we anymore word on our 'developing situation'?"
She had her people scouring for everything they could find on Tiamat. Her connections, her projects, anyone she might have been in contact with, but it would take time and time was precious. Altair knew Tiamat from what Val gathered, so if anyone where to have heard anything first, it would be him.
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Well, no more. The Empire's survival was her only task of importance, and even without the Force she knew that Altair Din was one of the keys to its survival. If there was even anything left to save by the time she landed.
"Should I keep the ship warm, ma'm?" her chauffeur asked as she disembarked the ramp.
Val, not in the mood for stupid questions, shot the officer a scathing look. "No. I rather prefer it cold. This may be a long day."
She spun on the heel of her boot towards the entourage waiting for her on the other side of the landing pad. Were this an ordinary occasion, she might have worn a smile for the colleague and superior who — in their brief time together — had managed to win some small amount of respect from her. But time was of the essence, and neither of them had the luxury of standing upon ceremony.
"Hello again, sir," she said when she saw the man she had come to see. Whatever rush they were in to address the recent crisis, he was her superior and she would greet him as such, with a small bow and salute. "Thank you for seeing me again so quickly. Have we anymore word on our 'developing situation'?"
She had her people scouring for everything they could find on Tiamat. Her connections, her projects, anyone she might have been in contact with, but it would take time and time was precious. Altair knew Tiamat from what Val gathered, so if anyone where to have heard anything first, it would be him.
@Sreeya